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“You know that concept is bullshit too, right?” I ask, standing up. “That there is no such thing as an alpha wolf, just like there is no such thing as an ethical billionaire.”
“Who am I? Motherfucker, you don’t wanna know who I am, but I’ll tell you this: if you think that you escaped captivity because you’re the top dog, you could not be more wrong. If I’m in captivity, you’re in captivity with me. The only thing that alpha bullshit ever got you was a prettier cage.”
Things get a lot more interesting on Twitter. In addition to dozens of business and self-help gurus, he follows several gay content creators, many of the OnlyFans variety. I close my laptop and set it aside because that little revelation is not helpful. At all.
Clicking through the accounts he follows, it’s clear his tastes run diverse, and he’s not opposed to tall and slender. Or kink, for that matter.
I bet he likes to take charge. I bet he’s good at it. Anyway. I’ve got well-paid men on the side for that sort of thing. Even though I was not thinking about them when I ejaculated into a handful of tissues at three-thirty in the morning. While gripping my throat…pretending it was his hand.
I curse under my breath. I’m describing him like he’s some kind of luxury vehicle when there is nothing luxurious about him. He’s all rough edges and provocative art. Goddammit, he’s gay.
Hell, it could be Boone’s Farm at this point, and I’d take it. Forgive me, Nonna, for I have sinned.
Lol
If someone makes you feel intimidated, be the bigger asshole. That, by the way, is the sum of my father’s wisdom. Be the bigger asshole.
“He looks like a Calvin Klein model.” “No. I dated a Calvin Klein model. That man was smooth, refined, and beautiful. None of those words describe Joe. And shh. He can probably hear every word we’re saying.” Sherry lowers her voice but seems bound and determined to make her point. “You’re right. He’s not refined. At. All. He’s ruggedly handsome. Dangerously so. I can see why you’d be having a hard time.”
“Why am I being ganged up on in my own house?” Joe’s eyes track the color on my cheeks. I swallow, and his all-seeing eyes track that as well.
throat. “Yes,” I rasp out. “These so-called discreet hookups of yours…do they know who you are?” I shake my head. “I dress differently. Wear a hat.” “Is that because they’re fucking you, dominating you? And not the other way around, Mr. Alpha Wolfe?”
Ducking his chin, he rubs his forehead. “Fuck, that is so embarrassing.” I know he’s telling the truth because he’s beginning to tent his pants. I do love this little kink of his.
“The sooner you take care of me, the sooner I can take care of you. On your knees, billionaire.”
making me lick my cum off the table?” “Oh no, I loved it. I just need to make sure that you loved it as well. And that you know that I’m not trying to be some controlling asshole.” “Do you know how I know you’re not an asshole?” I shake my head. He kisses my chest. “I don’t feel bad about myself around you.”
“I understand my son thinks you saved his life. You and I both know that all I had to do was arrange for a sizable transfer of cash into your father’s bank account, and all of this drama could have been avoided.” Joe’s smile is sad. “My father would’ve taken your money and sent Rand back in a body bag. He wouldn’t go after you, or your mistresses that you think nobody knows about, or your wife. No. With the future of Wolfe Athletics in his hands, he’d have simply killed your son and taken your one true love—your business—to its knees.”
Dammmmmm
“If he had done that, I would have paid another family to wipe out every last one of you.” Joe grabs my hand, kissing the back of it. “And that, Mr. Wolfe, is why I saved your son’s life.”
Woah
“I never wanted any part of the mob life. I wanted a fancy job in Manhattan. Wish I’d realized sooner that you corporate guys are more gangster than we ever could be.”
distance. “I am absolutely threatening you. Just like Rand, I learned at the feet of my father. The most important thing he taught me, Mr. Wolfe, is that there are a great many things worse than death. And when I’m protecting Rand, I am capable of all of them.”
He pats my father’s arm before answering Ford. “I saw it, buddy. I might even buy some bit dollars, or whatever you call them.”
I may be in charge, but all I’ve got in me at this point is a head bobble and Lamaze breaths as he continues to bottom out, moans and pleasured sighs tumbling from his mouth.
head. “Not silly. Do you know how good it makes me feel, how ridiculously big my head gets when I see how my cock can calm and soothe you? Like my big, swinging dick can make your eyes roll to the back of your head and stop your tears. I got your fucking SuperCock right here,” he jokes, leaning into his Brooklyn accent as he points lewdly at his crotch with both hands. I snort-chuckle. “It’s a Swiss Army cock.” He throws his head back, his hand to his belly as he laughs. “Damn right.”
“My life is very strange. I got taken down by a mobster, and now I’m friends with them.” “Not much of a difference from the CEO crowd, is it?” “That’s not true. Most CEOs are assholes.”
Winking at me, he asks the audience, “Do you wanna know what my favorite wolf fact is?” The audience claps, and Joe turns to me, his eyes shiny. “Wolves mate for life.”
OMG I'm not crying
